The emperor was proud, when suddenly, a lantern hanging on the palace wall fell, and it came to him without wind.

"What kind of monster dares to make trouble in front of me." The emperor scolded loudly and fought for decades, as a true son of heaven, how could he be afraid of these small paths.

Stretched out his hand and drew the sword of the Son of Heaven, and slashed at the lantern with a sword. There was a stabbing and the lantern shattered. With its shattering, there are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and countless subjects. Everything in front of me rolled over and scattered like fragments.

Wu Yan slowly opened his eyes, sluggish, and it was difficult to come back to his senses for a while. Where are the rivers and mountains, where are the beauties.

At this time, it was still at the top of the mountain, and the Xianjiang River was sitting opposite it.

Recalling the scene just now, Wu Yan woke up like a dream, put the knife back, and arched his hand at Xianjiang: "I understand." ”

Xianjiang grinned, "Yes, I know why those people are willing to die." In the dream, they are no longer lonely, or they have a lot of wealth, or they hold power, or they have a full house of children and grandchildren, and the glory and wealth of the world are all in the dream, and who wants to wake up. Falling asleep again and again, reincarnating again and again, exhausting the divine element, and really dying.

The same is true of life, I just follow his wishes. Even if some people wake them up from their dreams, they still kneel down and beg to dream again, only willing to die in the dream of Huangliang, and do not want to go through the suffering of the world again. ”

"Such a sweet dream, and a few people want to wake up." Wu Yan sighed.

Xianjiang is really powerful, just in his dream, he pointed to the softest part of Wu Gan's heart, and even the fear hidden in his heart was revealed one by one, and the layers of camouflage in his daily life were all stripped away.

I am also a person who has been in the ghost many times, and I almost got into the way, not to mention those who have been lonely all their lives. How can you resist such a temptation, willing to let go of glory and wealth.

Xianjiang's approach is somewhat beyond common sense, but it can't be said that he killed people directly, he just provided some tools, some choices, and the real decision is still made by those who are in their dreams.

"Fang Cai's dream, is it true or false?" Xianjiang suddenly spoke.

"Of course it's fake." Wu Yan said without hesitation, nonsense, since he has woken up from his dream, how can he not distinguish between fiction and reality.

"Are you true or false now?" Xianjiang asked again.

"Of course it's true......" After blurting out, seeing the other party asking aggressively, Wu Yan couldn't help but hesitate.

I looked around uneasily, the stones were hard, the wind was warm, the artemisia grass was still swaying, and the sky was especially full of songbirds. But he was shocked by Xianjiang's methods, and he was not very sure about it now.

Xianjiang flicked his earrings lightly, "Wake up." ”

Wu Yan was dizzy for a while, looked down, and the surroundings changed, he was still on the top of the mountain, holding a knife in both hands, and was about to jump up and slash at the man on the stone.

"Is it true or false now?" Xianjiang stared at Wu Gen coldly, unrelenting.

"......" Wu Gen was soaked with cold sweat, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and now he really didn't dare to assert whether it was in a dream or in the present world.

"Sit down." Xianjiang said coldly, "The world is very big, and there are still many unknowns, don't make assumptions based on your own experience." What is illusion and what is true, do you still believe that dreams are false?

The appearance of the world is all false. Now this world is just an illusion, a world that we want to believe in.

What the soul path wants to explore is to break through the falsehood and obtain the true 'true self', so that we can get rid of the shackles, break free from the shackles, and gain great freedom and liberation. ”

Listening to such apostate and strange theories, Wu Yan was drenched in a cold sweat, and for the first time in his life, he had doubts about the truth of this world.

Could it be that he was really in a dream at this time, could it be that all living beings were puppets, and could it be that all the heavens and the world were illusory. Such a strange idea, when you think about it, is really chilling.

On the top of the mountain, Wu Gen sits opposite the Xianjiang River. The mountain wind blows, and the clothes flutter.

Listening to Xianjiang's strange remarks, Wu Ganjue shouldn't have gone out this time. Today's Xianjiang Yitong operation has completely subverted its own inherent cognition.

After living for so many years, someone suddenly told you that this world is fake, everything that was original collapsed, and anyone who encounters this matter will be at a loss.

Xianjiang ignored Wu Gan's doubts and continued, "The metaphysical is the way, and the metaphysical is the instrument. The soul is the way, and the body is the instrument. The instrument is tangible, that is, there is a degree, and there is a degree that will be full. The so-called practice of qi and martial arts, all arts are small paths.

Soul Master, absorb the energy of nothingness, explore the mystery of heaven and earth, and only then can there be tolerance, this is a real supreme avenue. I have traveled for many years, read countless people, and there are very few who are as strong as Your Excellency. Fang Cai, you also have a shallow glimpse of the magic of soul art, and it is a pity that you don't enter the soul path. ”

Wu Yan rubbed his hands, "Brother Xian, to tell you the truth, I was born as a bandit, and the promising method of soul cultivation is really not suitable for me." "This man is a bit evil, and Wu Gen really doesn't want to have anything to do with it.

"With such qualifications, but not entering the soul path, it is really a bit of a tyrannical thing. Even so, it is better to ruin. Xianjiang's face turned cold, and he reached out and touched his earrings.

"Don't, don't." Wu Yan hurriedly stretched out his hand, and only then did he feel for a moment that this Xianjiang was really not scaring himself, he was really murderous, and hurriedly flattered: "I study, Your Excellency is a talented university, a naturalist gentleman, listen to your words, and read ten years less." It is a privilege to meet Your Excellency today......"

"Shut up." Xianjiang frowned, looking at Wu Gan, who was spitting and gushing, he really felt a little dirty, "In this case, I will pass on a trick to you, and you should figure it out." ”

"Definitely, definitely." Wu Yan stretched out his hand, ready to take the trick.

Xianjiang sat unmoved, stretched out a finger and touched Wu Gan's eyebrows, "Let go of your mind and don't resist." ”

Looking at the other party's inch-long nails, Wu Gan felt a chill rise on his body, and without saying a word, he turned around and ran down the mountain, not even a horse.

I heard that some witchcraft can be tricked with people, in case you are tricked, won't you have to be controlled by it for the rest of your life, so that the master is not so stupid.

After just running a dozen steps, Wu Gen found that something was wrong, obviously thinking about running forward, but his feet unconsciously retreated, and the faster he ran, the faster he retreated.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Yan returned to Xianjiang's side.

Xianjiang looked at Wu Yan coldly, his outstretched fingers still stopped in the air and remained motionless.

Wu Yan sneered and put his head to the fingers of Xianjiang, since he couldn't run, it was better to be obedient and suffer less. A gentleman takes revenge, a hundred years is not too late, sooner or later, he will use his fingers to poke dozens of holes in Xianjiang's head.

As soon as his forehead touched the other person's fingers, a tingling pain came. Wu Gan's eyes straightened, and he suddenly felt something more in his mind, which should be what the other party said.

This kind of teaching is a bit strange, it is not seen in words, it is not limited to words, it can only be understood, not spoken.

Xianjiang stood up, "This recipe is divided into three volumes of heaven, earth and people, and the heavenly scroll has long been gone, and only two volumes of earth people remain." If you have the scriptures, you should practice hard. In three years, I'll try to find you. Rest assured, I will only use the means contained in the human roll. If you lose, die, the soul master is not allowed to be wasted. With that, he turned and left.

Wu Yan secretly thought, I don't know where I am in three years, let your turtle son go to find a ghost, but his face is silent, "Aren't you afraid that I will learn to find you and do something to kill the teacher and destroy the ancestors?" ”

Xianjiang Feng said lightly: "If Your Excellency can really kill me, it will really be a blessing for the soul Dao." There is a sect in the soul path, which is good at raising Gu, poisons fight each other, and those who stay are strong.

As long as the soul is prosperous, Xianjiang is willing to be the stepping stone, although there is no regret in death. ”

"If I practice diligently and look for you without three years, how can I find you?" Wu Yan asked. If we know where you live, let's just hide from it.

"You can go to Chongyin Mountain in Yunzhou to find me. In addition, I would like to remind you not to think about escaping after three years, I have used a trick in your soul to find you. After speaking, he walked slowly down the mountain.

Wu Yan was a little anxious, "You are so delusional, you can't see or touch it, tell me how to cultivate." ”

"Fall asleep." The voice of Xianjiang came from afar.

"When is it time to repair the adult scroll?"

"Knowing the sea, people are rolled." Xianjiang looked at his steps slowly, and after a few steps, he disappeared into the mountains.

"Knowing the sea is ......"

I knew, I knew, these people who played witchcraft were not good things, what kind of big waves and sands, isn't it just bullying the small with the big, Wu Yan roared in his heart.

Looking at the distant Xianjiang River, he sat on the ground dejectedly. Xianjiang is a person who is neither good nor evil, and is obsessed with soul cultivation. In a word, there is something to make up for in the world, and there is evil in people. But then again, it's often the same kind of people in the world who can push their cultivation to a higher level.

Hung his head and led the horse down the mountain, Wu Gen really regretted that he had come out this time. Hurried to the pavilion, changed a horse, and went straight to Yangyi.

Along the way, Wu Yan trembled and was cautious, and everyone he saw looked like a master. When you encounter someone who is slightly abnormal, you will quickly salute respectfully, and dare not have a trace of disrespect. When these people saw such a polite adult, which one of them was not frightened and hurriedly returned the salute. In this way, the fishermen ran away from the fish, and the chopping wood threw away the burden, and the chickens flew and the dogs jumped all the way.

When he returned, Wu Gan no longer dared to pass by the mountain, so he made a big circle and returned to Dingyuan City. It wasn't until he entered the Captain's Mansion that he put down his heart hanging in the air. The school captain's mansion, which I usually feel a little disgusted, has become amiable.

As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope. Wu Gen shrank in the city every day, and if he couldn't leave the city, he wouldn't leave the city, and even the taverns he was used to going to were much less frequented.

What worries me now is that every night when I dream, I always see an ethereal figure swaying in front of my eyes. Look closely, but you can't see it very clearly.

After the dream was too much, Wu Gen could gradually see clearly the light cluster of a humanoid silhouette, floating in the void like a flame, and long filaments were born from it, swinging rhythmically. As it moves, the color of the light cluster is constantly changing.

After a long time, Wu Gan's figure unconsciously imitated his actions. Finally one day, Wu Gan blessed his soul and realized in his heart.

The rhythm of the filigree swinging and the ever-changing colors, just like words, record the secret of delusion. It's no wonder that some wizards dance so grotesquely, presumably imitating the movements of humanoid light clusters.

Knowing this level, Wu Gen could finally start cultivating the trick of delusion.